Soon after James went back to Galveston after Christmas, they called to tell me that he was in the hospital with a depression. I went down immediately.
Their favorite way to treat depression then was “sleep” treatment. Just sedate him and keep him asleep for days.
Well, final exams of his junior year in med. school were coming up, and I knew we couldn’t miss those. They let me take him to an apartment, look after him, let him study, and take his exams.
He made his straight A’s as usual.
I learned that secretaries were needed at Camp Wallace, and a friend took me out there to apply. I was hired immediately at a salary that was twice what I was making in San Angelo. So, I called my friend and boss, Mr. Head and resigned. Went to work, and James’ depression began to fade. That was his last depression.
I think we needed each other desperately.
James called me Kitten because I curled up like one, he said. Unlike his son Jim, James loved cats.
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